*watching him like a hawk just in case he DOES bolt* It ain't personal. YOU'RE the problem. *tosses the bowl and spatula onto the counter, then wipes his hands off on the towel he had slung over his shoulder* Here's the deal, kid. I don't wanna hug you. But I don't wanna not be able to cook even less. *cracks his knuckles like he's gearing up for some big battle or something* So we're just gonna have to get this over with.